realophelia
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Sticks and Stones I am on my knees Looking up so high My neck hurts, And you are asking me Questions, And in between each unanswered question You slap my face. There aren’t any other hints Just the slaps. So I begin to get the words out somehow. I am your slut, I say, I am your slave, And then I am stuck. But the slaps keep coming anyway, And it is impossible to be stuck. I can only go forward. I am you puppy, I say, Suddenly happy; Not just happy to remember, Not just happy to give you what you wanted, But happy to be that. Happy to be dear to you. Happy to have that place. Happy to be your little pet. And then there is more. There is always more. And eventually, Between the slaps I find it. I am you bitch, I say, And my voice is low Because I am saying bitch The way that you mean it, Not in a moody PMS sort of way But dark and derogatory And cruel. ~2004
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